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is an unapologetic, bleeding-heart liberal who writes about everything from politics to private parts. A TV-writer in a former life, her credits include "Big Spender" for Animal Planet,and "A Child Too Many," "Cradle of Conspiracy" & "Deceived By Trust," for Lifetime

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Her knee slammed into the corner of a glass-covered
night table as she struggled to sit up, the sharp pain serving to awaken her
senses.

Outside, fog horns called to each other through a dense mist like giant beasts in search of their mates, while inside her bare
foot brushed against the empty bottle of “Jose Cuervo” that had transported her from her own.

Her eyes began to focus, taking in the unfamiliar
surroundings until her gaze fell upon the discarded heap of satin and white
lace lying on the floor, causing a swell of panic to encase her in its grip once
again: The pounding of the church
organ, the suffocating scent of a thousand gardenias, the eyes – so many eyes –
bearing down upon her every step.

From behind, she could feel him stir as his arm moved slowly to encircle
her bare waist – like a noose.

Her knee slammed into the corner of a glass-covered
night table as she struggled to sit up, the sharp pain serving to awaken her
senses.

Outside, fog horns called to each other through a dense mist like giant beasts in search of their mates, while inside her bare
foot brushed against the empty bottle of “Jose Cuervo” that had transported her from her own.

Her eyes began to focus, taking in the unfamiliar
surroundings until her gaze fell upon the discarded heap of satin and white
lace lying on the floor, causing a swell of panic to encase her in its grip once
again: The pounding of the church
organ, the suffocating scent of a thousand gardenias, the eyes – so many eyes –
bearing down upon her every step.

From behind, she could feel him stir as his arm moved slowly to encircle
her bare waist – like a noose.